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While a few foreigners, Cey and myself patiently waited in line, we watched in horror the other Turkish passengers screaming, chaotically walking the line in an attempt to jump in front of everyone else, without realizing their “I must go first” attitude was the cause for further delay.

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I was on my way to London a couple of weeks ago when I walked in the CIP lounge at the airport, not only carrying my travel bag, but also this ambiguous feeling of burden in my heart, clutching my breath tight… I found a spot by the self-playing piano that softly played old tunes and settled in. As if I had re-located my center and was beginning to recognize myself again. It turns out, we were more aggravated and pre-occupied with the general Turkish way of living than men.

It’s hard to describe what followed next within me. “Oh, there I am.” I didn’t want to analyze this positively sweet change that sneaked up on me. As if in an AA meeting, we helplessly swapped horror stories, finding comfort in being able to share the same frustrations. “Think how much of your time and energy the traffic sucks out of you when you’re just – trying – to go – to work! As someone who doesn’t drive and have to throw herself in front of oncoming cars just to be able to cross the street, my main complaint was that no one lets a pedestrian pass, let alone a fellow driver. “It’s because if they slow down or wait, they feel like they’ve been taken for a fool,” we concluded.

A sense of self-confidence emerged like an old friend.

This reminds me of the canceled Nice flight I was on that made the news.

Like this woman who was at a mutual friend’s birthday party. I said hello and was about to introduce myself when she looked at me and then looked the other way.

Luckily I was confident enough not to take it personally, and experienced enough to realize she was simply trying to prove herself, confusing bad manners with fake superiority.She does that because tragically, people do think she is superior because she is rude.Unveiling the phony attitude even further however, was the way she rushed over to me the second she found out I lived in New York.“I need advice on my upcoming trip,” she demanded as if we were best friends.Sadly, ulterior motives seem to be the common thread of social connections here.The biggest ulterior motive of all is to feel superior, but with the least amount of work.